North Pole

You were born into this world
That never gave you much to take from
And to save yourself
Just tricks of all kind

And this land
With its history so heavy
You would develop scoliosis
Right around the age of nine

You're a North Pole
Just a North Pole
Quickly tell me now that you want me
That the only thing left to do
Wanna crush and burn
Move over, now it's my turn
From our fathers
And fathers of our fathers
Proudly historically screwed

Dying in the living room
To the music from America
So proudly universal
That they like to call it soul
Oh, what to do with
All of this potential

Once my uncle had a tank
Now he's a tanker of the highest rank

I'm a North Pole
Just North Pole
Quickly tell me now that you want me
That the only thing left to do
Wanna crush and burn
Move over, now it's my turn
From our fathers
And fathers of our fathers
Proudly historically screwed

Oh, I wanna love this time
One day my love will
Burn it to the ground